Today was for this: just existing.
Dee sat cross-legged in the middle of the largest sun-patch, her back straight, eyes closed. She was listening to the silence. Not an empty silence, but a full one—the hum of the old house settling, the distant cry of a gull, the whisper of her own breath. abbywinters dee v
The late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows of the old seaside cottage, painting long, soft rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes danced in the beams, lazy and slow. Outside, the North Sea was a sheet of hammered pewter, calm after a morning of restless wind. Today was for this: just existing